"So that's how it works."
After several attempts, Zhong Yi quickly grasped the basic mechanics of this "Minecraft" world—
Break blocks, obtain items.
Chop down trees, get wood.
Dig up soil, acquire dirt.
Smash flowers, collect petals.
"But what do I do with these?"
The ever-curious Zhong Yi pinched his chin again, lost in thought.
Just then, a line of text appeared in the sky:
【After nightfall, this land becomes perilous.】
【Gather resources, craft what you need, and survive!】
Simultaneously, the crafting interface on his panel lit up.
Curious, Zhong Yi opened it and discovered that wood could be turned into planks.
Planks could then be crafted into sticks, workbenches, and more.
The left-side guide listed countless tools—wooden swords, pickaxes, axes, and so on.
In Lu Ze's past life, "Minecraft" had no tutorials or hints.
Even crafting recipes were added much later.
The game thrived on pure exploration, starting from its very systems.
But this world was nothing like that game-savvy reality.
Without some guidance, these cultivators would be utterly clueless.
So Lu Ze sprinkled basic hints at key points—tool-making, mining, building shelters.
"Strange, why can't I craft a wooden sword…?"
"Ah! The sword requires more space, but the crafting grid only has four slots."
"How do I expand it…?"
"Wait—!"
"The workbench!"
Placing the workbench on the ground, Zhong Yi had an epiphany.
The workbench offered a 3x3 grid—nine slots, unlocking dozens of new recipes!
Every item mentioned in the crafting guide could now be made.
And this was just with planks.
Zhong Yi was certain there were more materials out there.
Suddenly, he felt a surge of excitement for this illusory realm.
Meanwhile, his live stream had begun attracting fellow cultivators.
【What kind of illusion is this? Is Junior Brother Lu tormenting people again?】
【Junior Brother Lu? More like Old Demon Lu!】
【This illusion is kinda hard on the eyes】
【The style's so unique, only Lu could've made it】
【How do you even play this? Senior Brother Zhong, care to explain?】
...
"Ah, this is a new illusion crafted by Junior Brother Lu. It has many fascinating rules…"
Just as Zhong Yi was about to share his discoveries, he noticed Mu Yawen staring blankly at an empty patch of land.
Recalling that Mu Yawen had been the first to figure out block-breaking, Zhong Yi couldn’t help but ask:
"Junior Brother Mu, what’s on your mind? Have you… also uncovered something wondrous about this world?"
"Bizarre, truly bizarre…"
Mu Yawen frowned, glaring at his fists in frustration.
"Why is there no improvement no matter how much I train? It still takes me ten punches to break a piece of wood…"
"...Junior Brother Mu, maybe try an axe?"
Zhong Yi sighed, pulling out the wooden axe he’d just crafted.
Mu Yawen took the axe—and sure enough, his speed improved dramatically.
"Whoa, that fast? So brains beat brawn in this world?"
"In every world, honestly… Ah, never mind."
Zhong Yi’s lip twitched.
He opened the party chat and broadcasted his findings to the other two.
"Hey, Zhou Yue, if you’re surrounded by ocean, you can craft a workbench first, then a boat. You’ll get out in no time."
Glancing at the recipes, Zhong Yi confirmed boats were indeed craftable.
Zhou Yue’s bitter laugh came through.
"I get the logic…"
"But where am I supposed to find trees??"
He sighed.
He’d already figured out that blocks could be broken and collected.
By now, he’d dug up almost all the land around him—leaving only a few blocks.
And all he had was dirt!
Well, plus some gray, rock-like blocks.
He’d smashed those with great effort, but they dropped nothing.
Staring at his inventory full of dirt, Zhou Yue fell into deep thought.
"Guess… I’ll have to swim out?"
"Then start swimming, quick…"
With that, Zhou Yue dove into the sea.
...
...
Unlike the miserable Zhou Yue, Zhong Yi and the other two, who’d spawned in a hilly area, were having a blast.
Zhong Yi made a critical discovery.
Earlier, Zhou Qiaoling had accidentally fallen into a deep pit and couldn’t climb out.
In a flash of inspiration, Zhong Yi told her to place dirt beneath her feet.
Stacking block by block, she actually managed to lift herself out.
At the time, it seemed trivial—but it gave Zhong Yi a revelation.
He suddenly grasped the boundless creativity this world offered!
The trio began chopping trees, mining stone, hunting animals, exploring…
Just as they were thoroughly engrossed, Zhou Yue’s agonized scream erupted in the party chat.
"Ow, damn it! Why am I losing health?! What’s happening?!"
Zhong Yi hurriedly asked, "What’s wrong, Zhou Yue? Monsters in the sea?"
"Nah… Wait! Got it! The chicken drumstick icon on the right emptied—I’m starving!"
Zhou Yue pieced it together quickly.
Hearing this, the other three checked their statuses.
They’d been busy too, and their hunger bars were halfway depleted.
Realizing starvation led to health loss, they now had a new goal.
Zhong Yi built a furnace, Mu Yawen hunted pigs, Zhou Qiaoling gathered wood.
Soon, sizzling roasted meat was ready.
"Not bad, not bad! Brother Zhou finally contributed something useful!"
"This meat smells amazing!"
"Huff Huff So good!"
Thousands of miles away, Zhou Yue swore he could smell that delicious aroma.
Especially Zhou Qiaoling’s exaggerated "Huff"—clearly meant to taunt him.
"You guys are the worst…"
Zhou Yue gritted his teeth.
Then he remembered—when he’d first dived underwater, he’d seen fish.
"Heh, the sea has fish. I’ll have my own feast!"
"Brother, roasted food’s better for you."
"..."
Heart thoroughly skewered, Zhou Yue plunged back into the depths.
He recalled fish swarming everywhere earlier.
But now, all he saw were ink-spewing squids.
"Squid… should be edible, right?"
Three punches later—
He got drenched in ink.
Staring at the useless ink sacs floating in the water, Zhou Yue howled at the sky:
"Are you kidding me?!!"
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
